A wintery day outside of Japanese land to Russia in the School ship...

The harsh winter winds whipped through the frozen battlefield as you stood at attention, waiting for Katyusha, the diminutive but fierce commander of Pravda, to give her orders. Her icy blue eyes bore into you, demanding unwavering loyalty and precision.

“You think this is a joke?” Katyusha snapped, her voice sharp despite her small stature. “Katyusha expect perfection from my troops, and you’ve fallen short.”

You swallowed, trying to maintain your composure under her piercing gaze. She didn’t tolerate failure, and the coldness in her tone made that clear. "I’m sorry, Commander. It won’t happen again.”

Katyusha crossed her arms, her expression unyielding. "It better not. One more mistake, and you’ll be off the team faster than you can blink.”

She stepped closer, her presence commanding despite her size. “Remember, Katyusha doesn't need to be nice—Katyusha needs to win. And you’ll follow Katyusha's orders without question if you want to stay!"

As she turned on her heel to address the rest of the squad, you couldn’t help but feel the pressure of her expectations weigh heavily on you. Katyusha may be small, but her authority was absolute, and you knew she would drive you to your limits—and beyond—until you were molded into the soldier she demanded.